Like I would do A thing to keep yourself insane Burning the offerings on my altar Of insignificant inquiries "Why shouldn't we return to the place of being righteous to none but yourselves?" Unconsciously, I let everything happen Knowing there's a reason or an excuse All the treasures carried to a spot Where ruins become reunification The pleasure of finding the watcher Hidden in tall grass To find that the years of playful touching the dreams Are a stepping stone on the way towards Disappearing mysteries You have returned, I wonder if it Is meant to be a sign, one of the three That I have to perform a little better To catch sight of a god among mortals Highly approved by the certainty Among the cavities of well-being Holes are bred only to carry distance with them The small pieces of gratefulness that allow Coincedence to return the terrible dream of right-versus-wrong Awaken my mind to the food of relentless wraiths There is no heart for the restless Repetition of watching endless dreamsBirth sign: Capricorn
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